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Trent slid an arm around Rill, facing the young feline as they sat on the couch together. They leaned against the back of the sofa, very close, enough to kiss one another.

Though he obviously had little experience with sex, Rill was very skilled in the art of kissing. Trent appreciated the cat in this respect, as he seemed to have a natural dexterity with his lips and tongue. It made him extremely delightful to kiss deeply. They held one another there on the couch, the fox shivering as Rill suckled gently on his tongue. Their hands gently explored one another all over in a very laid-back, sensual manner.

Slowly they pulled back from the kiss, leaving Trent panting softly, with half-lidded eyes.

"Looks like I got all of it," he said quietly, and smiled. Just minutes ago he'd been licking away his cum from Rill's muzzle-- that was what started them kissing in the first place. The seed tasted salty, just as he remembered it, but he couldn't decide if it was the temperature, or the emotions themselves that were a bit warmer than he was used to.

Out of the corner of his eye, Trent watched the two males on the bed holding one another, as the leopard came to his climax inside the wolf's mouth. He tried not to be too obvious about watching them, but the dark shapes melding and writhing in the shadows were a truly erotic to him. Part of him wanted to leave the cat and join them instead.

Idly he ran his hands up and down Rill's chest, noticing absently that the cat was still clothed. This reminded him that he hadn't returned the oral gesture to his partner yet. He considered opening up Rill's jean shorts and seeing what was inside, the firmness he'd noticed more than once. It had been several days since he'd gotten his lips around a nice thick cock.

Again he pondered the two large males on the bed. He wondered how the leopard felt, laying on his back and sucking on the big, strong wolf. The thought was more than a little potent, and as he kissed and caressed Rill, he could feel himself growing warm again, an excitement building between his legs.

Rill's blue feline eyes were staring up at him with such adoration as they kissed, such strong affection that he had trouble looking back at them. And so, rather than feel smothered and have to respond to that affection, he simply glanced down at himself, and the gradually emerging length of pink shaft that slid out of his sheath.

"Mmmm... looks like I'm up for some more action already," he murmured, chuckling softly.

The cat looked down at him, and shivered a little. "Wow," he whispered, in awe as always.

Trent grinned, and took one of Rill's hands, gently guiding it under his balls, feeling a tingling pleasure at the warm palm under him. "Touch me, if you like," he said softly.

The feline's eyes widened, and he smiled, holding the tender spheres in his hand. He tickled behind them lightly, while the vulpine erection slid fully out of its sheath. Slowly Trent lifted one leg, bringing his knee to his chest, causing his balls to roll slightly in their sac, resting against his thigh. This gave Rill room to move his hand further back, down that sensitive trail from the fox's balls, into the warm darkness under his tail. Deft fingers explored gently, prodding and caressing with great care, awakening the nerves there, filling Trent with the sensation of being caressed in a very intimate, often untouched place.

With a soft groan of pleasure, Trent leaned against the couch and lidded his eyes. He gazed dimly at Rill, watching expressions of fascination play across the adorable feline face as the cat looked down at his groin and fondled him.

"That feels wonderful," he murmured dreamily, as a fingertip circled the warm pucker under his tail, elusively traveling over it, and then back down, fingers brushing the underside of his ballsac. Rill began to do something that drove Trent nearly mad. He placed his four fingers next to one another on that furry trail, and began stroking it lightly, one adjacent finger following the next, the way one might wave a friend over, with a curl of the fingers. The foxt found himself squirming, shifting around under the constant tickly pleasure being administered to him. His erection had fully recovered, and readily oozed a drop of precum.

Rill began to purr softly, the quiet rumbling almost unaudible. "It's wonderful watchin' ya feel so good," he said. Then, with one gentle paw, he took ahold of Trent's cock, just cupping it tenderly. "And I love this cock. Dude, it's... it's fuckin' awesome."

Another soft groan from Trent was his only response. The contact on his maleness was delicious, especially as it was accompanied by such a pleasurable touch further down. He simply sat there, with one arm curled around his knee, holding it up, and the other rubbing the back of his neck.

"You know," the cat continued. "You could do somethin' to make it feel real good," As he spoke, his hand slowly traced up and down the hard, smooth length. "Ya could... put it in me, y'know, fuck me with it."

Trent opened his eyes briefly, and spoke with mild surprise in his voice. "But you haven't cum since we've been together," he said. "You haven't even taken your clothes off."

Rill grinned, and looked down. His hand stopped tickling Trent's balls, and he waved it lightly, as if casting away that concern. "Aww, that don't matter," he murmured. "You're hot... I ain't nothin."

Trent felt something like a stab of guilt, which he convinced himself was disappointment at the sudden lack of stimulation behind his balls. And then, at Rill's words, there was that odd warmth again, the same feeling he'd had when he licked away his cum from the cat's lips. It was almost like... intimacy.

"Y--you'd rather give me pleasure than take it yourself?" he asked softly.

Rill swallowed audibly, and averted his gaze. He ran his fingers up the outside of Trent's arm caressingly, while he continued to work the cock in his paw. Slowly he looked up into the purple vulpine eyes, and murmured, "Dude... you're like, the first guy who's ever... y'know, been so nice to me. Umm..." He sighed. "You made me feel real special, and I like you."

Anxiety crept through Trent's heart. He turned his head slightly and closed his eyes with a soft sigh. The stress inside him was building, and he didn't know why.

"Rill," he said slowly, trying to sound firm. "I know our encounter felt good for you. It did for me, too, but... well... it really wasn't anything at all." He still felt physically warm from the afterglow of his previous climax, even amid the growing lust from Rill's caresses. He intensely wanted to curl up with the cat and fall asleep next to him, but he knew if he did that, he'd be stuck with a feline who followed him around everywhere. It was the very same thing, in fact, he had been afraid of with Steven. Only he wasn't going to give either of them the chance to do it.

Amazingly though, Rill didn't seem to understand. He chuckled, and his eartips turned a bit pink. "Aww, don't be modest... you know you're awesome."

Trent couldn't help but cringe. Rill had taken it the wrong way-- the cat thought he was putting himself down. It was an uncomfortable situation for him, but somehow having his cock played with seemed to make Rill's feelings less important. If he hurt the cat in the end... well, he could deal with that later. That was part of the game.

"You really want me to fuck you then?" Trent murmured. Inside he quivered a little. Normally he never came twice in a row with the same partner. His rule was for each of them to cum once, so they were 'even', and couldn't complain afterward.

But that could all be dealt with later. His erection needed to be taken care of immediately. Rill was so beautiful, so innocent, and he was so horny, there seemed to be only one choice. It all began to feel okay then. He would leave the cat when he was done. The key phrase being: When He Was Done.

Rill nodded slowly, and got on his knees, rather awkwardly.

"Y... yeah," he murmured. Reaching down, he unfastened his jeans, pulling them down from his hips. He would not make eye contact then, and his eartips turned red as six inches of pink, hard, cat cock stood out before him, his shirt curtaining over it, hanging down on either side. Trent felt a shiver of excitement run through him. The cat's maleness wasn't big, but it was beautiful!

He fought the urge to touch it, as Rill leaned close. The cat bent over, until his lips kissed the tip of Trent's cock.

"I need ta get it wet, right?" he asked.

Trent nodded, and let out a deep moan as his cock was engulfed in a warm, slick mouth, as it had been earlier. He considered riding the muzzle and cumming there, forgetting anything else. But he really wanted to fuck Rill, knowing the cat probably had a luxuriously tight ass. His hands massaged Rill's head, caressing his ears lightly, while the cat suckled on him, slathering his throbbing cock with a warm, wet tongue.

After taking it nearly to the hilt, the muzzle slid off of it, and Rill smiled a little, eyes masked with a definite lust.

"There ya go," he said.

"Turn around," Trent murmured immediately. The feline complied, shifting his knees and turning his back to the aroused fox.

Taking his wet cock in one hand, Trent moved up behind Rill, his chest pressing against his partner's back. He lifted the white t-shirt, baring a beautiful, firm rump. The cat's tail was swayed to one side, obviously ready for him.

Carefully he slid his arms around the lithe, young body, letting his cockhead disappear under Rill's tail. He felt it bump against the warm pucker, and the cat jump in response. His arms closed around Rill's body, and he nuzzled a feline ear.

"You are sure you're okay with this?" he asked. Usually he didn't ask such questions when he was about to poke someone, but Rill seemed so fragile, and his conscience actually began to nag at him briefly.

Rill simply nodded. "Fuck me," he whispered back, and spread his legs, pressing down onto the shaft that pressed at him.

Trent lifted his hips, and grunted as the head of his maleness penetrated past Rill's tight, hot ring. Rill cried out softly in pain, and Trent stopped, stroking his chest gently over the shirt.

"Shhh," he whispered soothingly, fighting back his urges for a moment. "Shhh it's okay..."

And with that he continued to slide in, groaning in deep pleasure as the slick, impossibly tight passage sheathed his cock in warmth. Every bit of friction was delicious, and he knew once he got started, he wouldn't be able to stop. Rill's blowjobs might not be terrific, but he made one hell of a tight screw.

The cat was completely frozen in place, scarcely breathing as the cock slid into him. Trent pushed further in, until he felt the base of his cock swallowed up Rill's ass. Fitting together like two puzzle pieces, the fox and the cat stayed very still there for a almost a minute, Trent holding Rill close, panting softly, ready to pound away at him.

He no longer cared what happened to Rill, whether he hurt or not. He gradually slid out, taking his time to enjoy the reverse friction, the way the ass seemed to want to tug his cock back in. The cat let out a shaky sigh as he pulled out, and his breath hitched in his throat as his ass was split open again, more quickly than before. The air around them grew thick with male scent, both the musk or arousal and sweat, as Trent moved. He writhed slowly and sinuously, as if in some sort of dance, grinding his hips upward until they pressed against the firm, beautiful feline rump, and his cock was hilted in the smooth tunnel.

As usual with his second experience, he had to work harder to get to his climax. His pace began to quicken, his thrusting increasing in both strength and frequency. It had been months since he'd had such a good fuck! He grunted, and drove his cock up and down, fucking the beautiful ass with growing need.

He placed his hands on Rill's shoulders, and muttered, "Bend... over." Obediently the cat leaned down, bending completely at the waist. This presented his ass nicely, as he arched his back, propping himself up on his elbows.

Trent shuddered as the ass gripped his cock, practically milking the precum out of it. He gripped Rill's hips tightly, fingers digging into the silky fur, and he tilted his head back, pistoning in and out with a steady rhythm. He literally could not count the number of cute asses he'd impaled on his meat, but Rill's was among the tightest, most delightful.

Pleasure mounted within him, and he grew restless, beginning to thrust madly into the cat. His fingers roamed up and down the feline's sleek sides, pulling his shirt up a little. He held him still, and, even as he rode Rill, he could feel the young cat's body trembling in quick bursts. His entire body seemed to tense up everytime the cock was shoved into him, and then again when it pulled out.

He didn't intend to stop-- he didn't feel able to, not as close as he was to his climax. But his conscience made him utter the strained words, "Y... you oh... kay? I don't w... want to be too r... rough."

Slowing his pace, he waited several moments for Rill's quiet, almost inaudible response. "Nahh... Sss... s'okay... j...just keep g-goin'... f-fuck me."

Trent closed his eyes, and shuddered. Slowing down gave him a good rest. He was desperately close. Every inch of his cock slid through the tight, nearly unyielding tunnel of Rill's ass, seeming almost to fight back as he buried himself deep within. A distant tingling began in his balls. They slapped against the back of Rill's with each quickening thrust, and that made him hunch over, the mild shock rippling through him.

He grabbed the feline's white tail in his paw, and tugged it upward, eliciting a whimper from Rill. "Fff... fuck you," Trent whispered. "G-guh-gonna... fuck you..."

The tingling became stronger, until it overwhelmed him, and hot, thick streams of cum ran up inside his shaft. His cock swelled inside the tight ass, stretching it. He became wild, banging his hips against Rill's buttocks as he lunged forward into the cat, bathed in hot, devastating pleasure. He growled deeply, and threw his head back, arching his body, the ruff of fur on his chest fraying out slightly. His adam's apple bobbed once as he swallowed, and panted, spilling his cum into Rill with shot after thick, creamy shot.

Finally he simply thrust all the way in and held himself there, totally spent, as the intense feelings wore off. Rill's ass was gripping him so tightly he thought the cat had cum. His body was also trembling noticably.

He collapsed onto the feline body, bent over until his chest rested against Rill's back. He noticed the body beneath him wasn't just shivering a little bit... he was writhing, and squirming.

Lazily trying to concentrate on words, Trent asked softly, "Are you sure you're okay?"

Rill's voice sounded strained, almost choked. "Uhh... y-yeah," he said. "B..but c-could ya p-pull out... d-dude?"

A mild shiver ran up Trent's spine. That didn't sound right. He eased backward, and winced as his cock slid out of the tight, gripping sheath, rubbing over the hyper-sensitive surface of his shaft. Rill grunted as the head popped out, and he was left empty.

Several moments passed, as Trent sat down on the couch, and let out a deep, satisfied sigh. He had a feeling it would be much longer before he recovered this time. With great effort, Rill hefted himself up, and knelt, legs curled under him stiffly, as if he was afraid to sit down.

As Trent looked at him, his jaw dropped open. Rill's eyes were red, and tears ran down the side of his face. He had very obviously been crying, and the remnants of his sobs still gripped his chest in quick gasps.

Instinctively, Trent reached for Rill, and touched the side of his face, wiping a tear away with one finger. "What's wrong?" he asked, softly.

The feline couldn't hide his crying any longer. "N-no one's ever d-did that to me before," he whispered. His words had been broken up while Trent had fucked him, but the fox had no idea it had been because he was crying! Rill continued. "It kinda... umm... hurt." He looked down, and sobbed some more.

Trent's eyes widened. "Hey," he murmured, touching the soft ruff of fur on Rill's chin. He lifted the cat's head, and met his pained, humiliated gaze. To say he was shocked at the situation would be to call the party itself having a few friends over. His emotions became confused. Wires must have crossed in his heart somehow, because he felt both touched, and exceedingly guilty at the same time.

"Why did you let me do it, if it hurt?" he asked, dumbfounded.

Those sad eyes twinkled, and Rill smiled, albeit weakly. Even beyond his shame, he seemed grateful and affectionate.

"I wanted ta make you feel good," he said. His happiness was genuine. That was obvious, as it shined brightly, even through the sadness that masked his young, innocent face.

Trent was reminded briefly of a red rose tossed onto a bed of snow-- a very sophisticated image for someone so simple and naieve as Rill. It was odd to picture such a thing, but it seemed to best describe the feline: warm, red loveliness, tossed onto a bed of pure, exquisite cold. He sighed, and reached for Rill, to hug him. His jaw tightened.

In an instant the cat clasped to him tightly, arms wound tight around the vulpine body. He broke out into a fresh bout of sobs. Trent just closed his eyes, and rubbed the cat's back, feeling the warm body shaking against him.

The image of he rose came back to him, only this time it brought a new realization. Rill had said it was his first experience. He had given his virginity to Trent, in a way. The fox clenched his teeth together until they hurt. Closing his eyes, he felt himself begin to tremble a little as well.

Never before was he so sure he had to get out of there. As soon as possible.

* * *

The scent of sex grew thick in the air around the two figures on the bed. Steven lay on his stomach over Galinn, enjoying the warmth that spread from the wolf's body into his own. He smiled down into Galinn's eyes, and spoke softly, "I didn't expect I'd find such an attractive partner this evening."

Galinn grinned, and slid his arms around the feline's waist, holding him close, enjoying the weight on him. "It ain't just on the outside, ya know. Attractive. It's who y'are all the way through."

Steven nodded. "You're right about that."

They were silent for a few moments, and then Steven leaned down to kiss the wolf lightly on his furry lips. When they parted he asked, "So, Galinn, do you ever take your hat off?"

Galinn chuckled. "Hey man, I could ask you the same about all the dead animals you got strapped on."

An odd smile crossed Steven's lips, along with a glint of mischief in his eyes. "I'll take off my leather if you'll take off your hat."

Galinn grinned, and easily tugged off his hat, revealing a thick ruff of dark headfur. He tossed it onto the bed.

"Alright man, let's see ya... all of ya."

Steven nodded, and paused for a moment to look at Galinn. The wolf looked different without his hat. It hid his hair, which accentuated his kind, warm eyes. It was quite plain to see the gentle, loving soul under the gruff exterior which, Steven believed, was the reason he wore his hat to hide it.

Slowly he began to unfasten his pants, but Galinn stopped him, and shook his head. The wolf slipped back a bit, and sat up, facing his partner. He slid his fingers under the fishnet shirt that clung to Steven's body.

"I wanna see yer chest first," he said softly. His hands worked under Steven's shirt, and worked it up over his stomach, peeling the mesh back from a gorgeous furry physique.

Together the two of them pulled the shirt up over Steven's nipples, and Galinn paused to play with them a little. This brought a moan from the leopard, who slid the shirt over his head, and arched his chest out slightly into the pinching, tugging wolven fingers.

The feline sat back, and gently placed his feet before him on the bed, while Galinn unfastened the boots. Each one came off after a bit of tugging. Steven's fingers dove into his pants and pulled them down, exposing his lower body. He tugged off the leather pants, and tossed them off the bed.

Galinn grinned, surveying Steven's well-muscled physique all over. "Yeah, that's what I wanted ta see," he said softly.

The two nude figures got to their knees. Galinn slid one arm around Steven's body, and placed a hand on the leopard's chest, rubbing up and down gently. Steven worked one leg between the wolf's, feeling the furred balls rest on it. They both shuddered with pleasure and began to kiss once again, quietly, tenderly, and wordlessly.

"Mmm... (*lick*) mmmMHey (*kiss*)," Steven murmured after some time, amid their passionate kissing. "Do (*lap*) you see that?" A quick, warm lupine tongue continued to lick over his lips as he spoke.

Galinn paused, and looked dazedly into Steven's eyes.

"Huh?" he muttered. Concern had all but washed away the lust in the feline eyes, and this surprised Galinn enough to make him a little more sober.

Steven turned his head to the left. Galinn followed his gaze, toward the couch, where the two shadowy figures sat, holding one another. A soft sobbing met his ears, and he instantly quieted.

Exchanging a silent, knowing glance, they both decided to watch as the scene unfolded.

* * *

Trent held Rill for about ten minutes, which felt more like an hour and half to the fox. After the cat stopped crying, they simply hugged one another gently. Occasionally the fox would whisper some soothing words, and Rill's replies sounded more and more relaxed.

Finally it was too much. Trent decided it was time to go. He shook his head, and slid out of the hug, so he could stand up. He felt pain, and he didn't know why. He felt pressure inside, in an area he wasn't used to. So he knew he had to get out of there. Hastily, he picked up his shorts, stepped into them, pulling them up his body, feeling the comfort of the form-fitting lycra against him, almost like armor.

"Whatcha doin, dude?" Rill asked softly, smiling up at the fox, his eyes still red from his crying.

"I'm getting out of here. You make an exceptional fuck," Trent said. He didn't really want to leave just then, but the intensity was unbearable. The cat had too much of... something. He wasn't sure if it was affection, or what, but it made him uncomfortable. He didn't want the cat to love him. That would not do at all. Some part of him regretted leaving without even returning the favor, but that could not be helped. The cat nodded. "Oh, okay, where we goin?"

He started to get up, but Trent placed a firm hand on his shoulder, pressing him down on the couch again.

"I'm going to find another guy," said the fox. "One who'll take me home tonight. You are free to do whatever you like."

Rill seemed stunned. He paused for a moment, and just stared. Then shoulders slumped, and his eyes widened slightly at the realization. He was quiet for a moment, while Trent pulled on his shirt. It suddenly dawned on him what the fox had been trying to tell him earlier-- their encounter really didn't mean anything to him.

"W-well, umm..." he paused, unsure of what to say. Finally, a thought came to him, a hopelessly pathetic thought. "You... want me to wait here? Y'know... in case ya don't find no one?"

Trent smirked and ruffled the cat's headfur, though inside his resolve weakened. "Yeah," he said. "You do that." He turned and slowly walked out, casting the feline one last glance before leaving the room. The door stood half-open, and light poured in, over everything.

Rill's stomach hurt. The pain was very distant, but it was getting closer, with the understanding of what was really happening. He had just run into the most extraordinary guy he'd ever met, and had been dropped like a rock.

He wasn't sure how to react. He'd already cried his heart out, and he knew he couldn't go back downstairs and face that crowd again, alone. That was when he looked up, and saw that the two men laying on the bed were staring at him.